Dreux-Louvilliers Air Base - Emblems of USAFE Units That Served at Dreux-Louvilliers Air Base

Emblems of USAFE Units That Served At Dreux-Louvilliers Air Base

  • 60th Troop Carrier Wing
    1955-1962

  • 7117th Tactical Wing
    117th Tactical Reconnaissance Wing
    1961-1962

  • 322d Air Division
    1962-1966

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